Friday, January 19, 2007

Abrupt

I can pinpoint you in a crowded room
Devestating the world with your stance
They don't whisper their queries
No, they shout and scream
All at the hands of your peril
Gravest of souls

Will you come down tonight?
Through the fogs I know you create with your breath
All the bridges you cross break
But I know nothing shakes you
I shiver from your piercing stare
But I do not shy away

And I know I'm shaking
A stand stll of conviction
You make me scared
Through your features so affecting
Frost-cracked and divine
A perpetual motion of conceptualized time

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